Departures, something that is taking place every minute, every second on Earth. I hate them even if it was only for a short time. They make me feel lonely and sad. They make me feel as if something has been taken away from me.
Recalling what happened when I was 8 really made me feel stupid. I remembered that day my father was going overseas for a period of time. Even though he was my father, I did not really love my father as much as other kids do. Despite that, once I left the airport, a sense of emptiness overcame me. After that, I started bawling like a baby on the car. By the time I reached home, my eyes were all red and swollen. After that incident, I some how got used to my father's frequent departures and that feeling just dissappeared.
Today, I have to send someone off at the airport. We chatted for about half an hour and she had to enter the departure gate. After bading her goodbye, I turned around and left for home. On the way home, the sense emptiness came back. Even though I really wanted to scream my feelings out loud, I still managed to supress the urge of doing that. When I reach home, the sense of emptiness was back to haunt me. As the house is empty, it simply added onto my loneliness. While I am typing this post at home, she has probably boarded the plane and is now on her way back home.
Bon Voyage, 汤老师.
